Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.
I was adored once too.
Cursed be the hand that made these fatal holes.
With this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
Alas, our frailty is the cause , not we! For, such as we are made of, such we be.